Well it's finally time for chapter two to make its debut! I thank all of
you who have so kindly reviewed and this is for you!
Warnings: nothing big, incest
Spoilers: nope
Disclaimer: don't own
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Start Story
Seto's fingers flew over the keyboard; his eyes seemed to be focus on the screen, the light from the screen casting a bluish glow over his handsome features. He sat all alone in his apartment study; tonight he wasn't doing work for the cooperation, tonight he was doing something more personal. He clicked on some more things, tonight he would get through, tonight he would finally be able to get through to him again. Seto quickly went over the program, this time it was undetectable, she would never know, that damned old hag.
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"I know you have been talking with him" Her voice was lacking all the normal forced sweetness, right now she was as her true nature- evil. Cool eyes regarded her oldest son, those eyes betrayed the hatred she felt for this being. "I told you not to go near him again" She hissed, "I'll not have him turn out like you, sick filthy disgusting creature you are" Seto stayed perfectly calm, family matters were so difficult.
"He is my brother" Seto knew this comment would mean nothing to a person who didn't understand what family meant but it was the only argument he had. What else was he supposed to say; I need to see him because I love him? Because he is my princess? None of that would work; it would only fuel her anger, this was the second huge argument they had had so far about him- Mokuba. It had all started when she had gone to see Seto about his lack of effort in school social activities; she had stumbled in on her oldest and her youngest son kissing. Since then she had had nothing but spite for Seto, convinced it was he. When he turned eighteen and left she forbade him to ever see Mokuba again.
"That means nothing, I will not have you ruin the integrity of this family," a cold smile passed over her face, "after all it really doesn't matter if he lives or not" the threat wasn't actually stated but Seto still picked it up loud and clear, he swore his heart missed a beat.
"Yes mother"
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He had not seen, nor heard form his little brother since then; he HADEN'T been banned form talking to Noa so he was sure his little brother still lived. Unfortunately Noa had like him moved away once he was eighteen now no one stood guard over Mokuba. The child probably didn't even know the danger he was in, all alone in that house. Around a week a go he had decided that he wasn't only trying to contact his brother to comfort him but also to rescue him. It was time to assume his role as daring prince and save the princess off in yonder tower. Now it was time to put his plan into action- he had spent weeks developing a program that would encode his letter enough so that it would slip past the systems his father had up without being detected. He only had one chance with this, with high hopes he presses the send button.
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All day had passed, still no answer form Mokuba, Seto was going to go bald if he didn't stop worrying soon, alas there was no rest for the dashing young prince anxiously awaiting his princesses answer. It came during the middle of an important meeting; Seto was half paying attention, half watching his inbox. The message popped up and Seto's heart soared, it said it was from Mokuba. If it had been a normal letter (A.K.A snail mail) he would have tore into it, instead he clicked the open button and read the letter over. Then again, and a third time just to be sure, he knew this wasn't anything really big, but it felt so important he couldn't help himself. Finally Mokuba was going to be free.
Seto,
SETO! Where have you been! I've been so worried about you! Well yes I am fine, kind of-you know what I mean. About what you said, simple answer: yes, long answer: HELL YA! Get me out of here ASAP! I miss you so much! Got to go, I'll meet you at the café of Third Street after school today.
Love you more then infinity, Mokie
Seto smiled lightly,
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"Mokuba?" Seto looked all around the house he could not find his little brother anywhere. The thirteen year old boy was quite puzzled, normally after school, without fail Mokuba would show up just to jump on him, or hug him- something. He had seen nothing of him beloved little brother, school had been out for over two hours. Instinct? He didn't know what it was, but it caused him to worry like a mother hen, still no sight of Mokuba. He had gone from looking through the house to looking around the grounds of the Kaiba house. It had just rained and Seto's feet and the bottoms of his pants were wet, it was very uncomfortable, the lush green grass was flat under his feet, and wet- very wet. "Mokie!" he called out hoping his little brother would hear him and coming running. No go, Mokuba remained wherever he has hiding. It had never occurred to Seto that Mokuba would be somewhere else, something told him to keep looking around here for his little lost one.
"S-Seto?" it was faint but Seto picked up on it instantly.
"Mokuba?!" he found the small boy sitting under some bushed, he was soaked, the water from the plants seeping into his school clothes that he still wore. It was clear the boy had been crying, big storm-grey eyes rimed with red regarded him sadly. Seto hated to see Mokuba sad and would do anything in his power to make the tears go away. "What's wrong Mokuba?" Seto fell to his knees, soaking them also.
"No one likes me" Mokuba hiccupped cutely and let a few more fat tears roll down his face. It was a truly cute yet heart breaking at the same time. Seto smiled softly at the sight, how easy children loose sight of what matters. Seto once vowed that he would never do that, always know that his little brother was the most important.
"No one?"
"No one" Mokuba nodded sadly, his hair fell into his face and clung to his damp skin, the raven black strands made his lightly tanned skin seem as pale as Seto's.
"Come here" Seto spoke softly; he had to show Mokuba that at least one person still liked him. His long pale fingers brushed along the tear- dampened cheek and push raven clumps of hair out of the way. Mokuba did as he was told and crawled up to Seto; Seto plopped down on the wet grass thoroughly soaking his rear end as well. He patted his lap in an indication that Mokuba should sit there. If Mokuba weren't so small for his age he would have been far to heavy, but as luck has it Mokuba was as small as an eight year old and still fit perfectly in his lap.
Mokuba looked into his brother's calm blue eyes, he sat in his lap facing him, the first thing that Mokuba noticed was that Seto was warm, sitting out here in the dead cold soaked through had given him quite a chill. Everywhere where his body touched Seto's was warm, it felt good, to finally feel heat again, he pressed as much of himself as he could to the heat, it warmed him up slightly.
"What?" he said finally getting impatient at Seto's silence.
"Nothing," Seto couldn't help it Mokuba was acting like this little kitten some one had let him hold once, burrowing and snuggling -the resemblance was uncanny. "So no one likes you?" Mokuba nodded into Seto's chest where he had his face burrowed. Seto wrapped his already long arms around the smaller form; resting his head against his little brother's head he whispered "don't I count?"
"Wha?" Mokuba looked up, confusion shining in his eyes directed at his older brother. "What did you say?"
"I said, 'don't I count?'" Seto smiled "after all, I like you very much" Seto brushed noses with his brother in an affectionate gesture. When he pulled away Mokuba's face was alit with a huge grin.
"You most defiantly count" Mokuba felt stupid, how could he have forgotten about his big brother? His special friend, his only real friend?
"Good, just remember that as long as I'm around there will always be one person that loves you."
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Mokuba shoved the few things he deemed irreplaceable, a picture of him playing chess with his older brother, a tee shirt that Noa had gotten him, A picture of him and Noa. Little things like that that he could fit easily in his backpack. It was almost time to leave for school; hopefully the last day of school he had to attend at this god-awful place. In with his cherished stuff he shoved his school supplies and prepared for another day of slow torture. Mokuba hated school; he was all alone- always alone. Five years younger then his brother, he had never had the luxury of going to the same school as his only true friend. People teased him, pretended to be his friend- whatever- he had been through it all. Every stereotypical thing you could imagine, but Mokuba hadn't physically been through worse, it's not like his parents beat him or anything. It was all emotional, entirely in his head still he had to be strong to over come it.
He left quickly not stopping for breakfast, as long as he could remember he had never eaten in the morning- just not hungry. When he got to school he might pick something up- maybe. He ran down the front steps pretending not to see his mother peering out the window after him, a hawk watching a little mouse scurry through the underbrush.
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It was bring your parent to school day for twelve-year-old Mokuba; he was chewing obsessively on the end of his sleeve. It's not that he worried over his parents; they were sponsors of the school, the teachers would smile and be all happy that they showed. It's not his parents he wanted here though, they were nothing to him, nothing special anyways- not like all the other kids saw their parents. He had realized this one-day when he over heard one of the other boys in the school bragging that his father had just solved some big case. It was on this day that Mokuba realized that when his father made millions or landed a big deal it didn't really make him proud or anything. He cared what his older brothers got on their tests; he cared what happened to Seto, and to Noa. There his parents were watching the class go on with their lesson, smiling, no one but him could see how fake it was -he could-, maybe cause he was the one to watch it vanish the minute no one was looking, or maybe on some deep level he did care for them?
"I'm sorry I'm late" A deep smooth voice cut it; it was one Mokuba could recognize in his sleep. The most comforting voice he had eve known- Seto.
"I am as well" Mokuba's smile could only get brighter, both the most important people in the world. Here, here for him.
"And who are you?" the teacher gave them an annoyed look, she was trying to act professional in front on the parents but people kept walking in and ruining it all.
"I am Noa Kaiba" the younger of the two said smilingly, his aqua eyes met Mokuba's with a small real smile. He had inherited his fake smile from their parents.
"I'm Seto Kaiba" His deep voice was not sugar coated-unlike Noa-ice cold were his eyes as he scanned the class room, when they locked with those large eyes of his younger brother it was like spring came and the ice just melted away. Mokuba smiled as brightly as he had ever before at school. Here he sat at parent day and his whole family was here watching over him. Noa's kind jade eyes, Seto's intense sea blue eyes. Both of them watching him and letting their presence be felt. Mokuba was the happiest kid in the world right now- he tried his hardest and gave his all just to show his brothers that he could be smart like them.
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Seto had been at the café a full hour before the kid was even let out of school. He couldn't make the uneasiness go away, it was clear what he was going to do was risky. It could be defined as kidnapping, whisking away his little brother into the night hadn't been his first plan but after careful consideration it became the most likely. He had a high position in America all lined up, and two tickets on tonight's flight. Everything was set, the shining white horse, and the gallant prince now all he needed was the beautiful princess, all innocent and begging- to be taken far away form the chains that bind her, or him. All Mokuba had to do was say yes and Seto could make all his dreams come true, just one word and they could be speeding off to America ready to start new lives just the two of them. Soon to be prince and princess riding off into the sunset, always together happily ever after.
"Seto?" He looked up into those huge storm grey eyes. Shaking his head to dislodge those traitorous thoughts, no thinking like that when said little brother was standing right there. Mokuba was panting slightly like he had run all the way from where he had been, face was flushed there were beads of sweat forming at where his bangs hid his forehead. His lips were slightly parted air coming in quickly and leaving just as quickly, small pink tongue darting out to moisten said lips. "You're here," Mokuba plopped into the seat across form Seto and plopped his knapsack on the floor near his feet. "On time as always"
"It's rude to be late" Seto said softly, he was slightly busy taking in the sight of his little brother he had not seen in person for over a year now.
"I'm not late" Mokuba said crossly, sticking his tongue out. Seto smirked, he was feeling better, less anxious that he was so close, his brother was right here safe and sound.
"I never said you were"
"Well, I'm here" Mokuba was about to continue talking when the waitress came by and dropped off a cola for him –his favourite kind he noted absently-. Blinking owlishly he looked at Seto who smiled and nodded.
"We don't have much time" Seto said looking out the window, his voice was grave a contrast to their earlier light-hearted conversation.
"What are you talking about?" Mokuba looked at Seto his soft lips still half wrapped around the straw.
"Do you want to come to America with me?" Seto said this with a straight face, desperate for Mokuba to take this seriously. Said teen choked of his cola and began coughing his face taking on a red hue with the lack of breath.
"Really?" hope shone in Mokuba's eyes when he regarded his brother, "please say you aren't joking" the letter HAD said that Seto wanted to get him out of there but to go off to America and live together?! That would be a dream come true.
"I'm not joking, please come with me" Seto gave his little brother pleading eyes, "I can't........." live without you. He wanted to say that, but never, that would be toeing the line, that fragile line he shared with his brother, brothers –not deeper.
"When do we leave?" the devilish smirk that graced his lips was almost to sexy to resist. Seto wanted to take the small boy in his arms and kiss him till .........well till the end of time. It was going to be difficult to live with the boy, but there was no choice he needed to save him, there was no way he was going to leave his baby brother at the mercy of their sadistic mother.
"Three hours"
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Most people celebrate their birthdays; it was the night before Seto's eighteenths birthday he was laying in bed. Night time coated him room casting everything into shadow. It was roughly 3 am, he had been eighteen for three hours, it filled him with dread, not an once of happiness. After this he would have to go away, some of him wanted to leave but some of him didn't want to leave, not the house itself but what was in it. A creaking noise Seto sat up quickly, sharp blue eyes probing the darkness, he could make out a small shape at the door.
"Mokuba?" He could see the fuzzy outline of his brother inching his way towards his bed in the dark. It didn't help that he didn't have his contacts in either; about four to five feet away he could see his brother clearly. Large white shirt, long hair pulled back in a loose ponytail he slept with. Mokuba crawled on the bed long bangs shadowing his sleepy eyes; his long bare legs were creamy in the soft light filtering through the drapes. He wore boxers under the large shirt but that was it.
"Seto?" Mokuba's voice was softened slightly slurred form just being woken up. "Are you sleeping Seto?"
"No, not yet"
"Good" Mokuba lifted the covers and crawled in bed with Seto, the sensation of the cold air sweeping on his warm skin caused it to goose bump. Mokuba snuggled close to Seto, his skin was cool compared to Seto's, his feet were like small chips of ice, Seto resisted the urge to flinch away instead freely offered his warmth to his smaller brother.
"Why are you here?" Seto asked, one long fingered hand came up and played with stray pieces of his brother's hair.
"I had a bad dream" Mokuba said softly, he snuggled closer too his brother still, clung to his thin body like a drowning man. "It was a scary dream," he continued on "I was all alone and it was dark, like night, but darker." That was one of Mokuba's little secrets that only Seto knew, the now fourteen-year-old teen was terrified of the dark. It was a bit irrational at Mokuba's age but he was there was no helping it. "I heard something, like footsteps getting closer and closer, the clicking of long toe nails on the ground- like claws. Something touched my shoulder, it was sharp- I called out, but I was all alone" a shudder traveled through his small soft body as he finished his tale.
"Don't be scared I'm here" Seto hugged his brother tightly. He felt like crying after today he wouldn't be there to protect Mokuba from the black monster of his dreams. "I'll always be with you"
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Hours later found the two run away Kaiba brothers on the plane, at the beginning of their new adventure. Mokuba was bright eyed and bouncing in his seat, he looked out the window, his smile reflected in the glass.
"We really re going through with this?!" Mokuba looked at his brother, this was dangerous. It could get messy should their parents try to get Mokuba back.
"Of course, I never go through things half way" Seto smiled at his little brother, soon their were going to be together forever now. The seats in this class were large and comfortable; Mokuba had all the room he needed to stretch out. Actually now that Seto realized they had this entire chamber to their selves, no one else was in this class. Seto smiled all alone high in the sky with his little brother it was like some sort of twisted fairy tale.
"I know, I trusted you all along"
"Hn" a comfortable silence fell over them.
Two hours passed, it was quite late and the movie was boring- this found both brothers asleep. Mokuba with his head in Seto's lap, Seto leaned back face peaceful hands both knotted in his little brother's hair. Storm grey eyes opened slowly, he removed himself cautiously form his brother's firm grasp. He winced; the hands were quite snared in his hair. He looked at his brother's serene face, Seto for once looked quite relaxed; it was a happy sight. Mokie always knew his brother was hot, he heard rumours about him, he saw first hand just how beautiful Seto was. At first he had been envious, then it had hit him, it didn't matter it's not like anyone else was going to get Seto's beauty. Mokuba knew form an early age that Seto was his, Seto would do anything for Mokuba- Mokuba too was willing to anything for his older brother. That is why it had hurt so much when his brother stopped writing to him.
"You're so noble, so handsome, so utterly breathtaking" Mokuba smiled, "I'm happy to call myself your princess" Mokuba ran his slim hands through Seto's soft hair. Only while his brother was asleep would he give him what he wants. Yeah, that's right Mokuba knew exactly what his brother wanted; you don't grow up with someone your whole life and be unable to not read them like a book. He did this for Seto, really he did, after all if he also gave into his passion then unthinkable things would happen and it would be blamed on Seto. Not even in the privacy of the nights Mokuba had run away to sleep in Seto's room had Mokie ever gave into his desire to be closer with his beautiful big brother.
"I'm happy to be your prince" Seto murmured, arms wrapping around Mokuba, said teen stiffened, they should not be doing this, after all they could be caught and all Seto worked for would be ruined. Mokie squirmed, or at least tried to, Seto would have none of it though.
"Seto, we shouldn't........." Mokuba leaned into Seto's warmth despite all his little protests. It wasn't fair, why couldn't they do this again?
"Do what? You little pervert, get your mind out of the gutter" Seto murmured in what could be no less then a bedroom drawl. Mokuba's pale cheeks were dusted with a pale pink tinge.
"S-Seto!" Mokuba gasped, Seto's hands ran up and down Mokuba's thin back; they couldn't be doing this! "Stop!" Mokuba wriggled out of Seto's arms and onto his own chair, still blushing hard. "Seto I want this as much as you do............. I mean you're......... hot! And well Seto I love you"
"I love you too Mokie" Seto could tell there was a war going on in his little brother, the teen's eyes were torn and he looked confused as all hell. Seto smiled softly, it was easy to tell where Mokie's concerns stemmed from but- "then why stop?"
"Seto! But what if anyone else comes in?!"
"This is between us, there doesn't need to be anyone else" Seto said evenly, he made a big show of pushing the button that put a sign up that let the airline crew that they would need no assistance.
".........Seto" Mokuba giggled, "You're right, why not?" Mokuba placed himself in Seto's lap again, and kissed his older brother's lips soundly. His tongue delved into the cavern only once tasted before. Pulling back for little thing called oxygen he rested his raven head on his brother's heaving chest. "I love you so much my prince"
"I love you too, my fair princess"
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Seto's fingers flew over the keyboard; his eyes seemed to be focus on the screen, the light from the screen casting a bluish glow over his handsome features. He sat all alone in his apartment study; tonight he wasn't doing work for the cooperation, tonight he was doing something more personal. He clicked on some more things, tonight he would get through, tonight he would finally be able to get through to him again. Seto quickly went over the program, this time it was undetectable, she would never know, that damned old hag.
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"I know you have been talking with him" Her voice was lacking all the normal forced sweetness, right now she was as her true nature- evil. Cool eyes regarded her oldest son, those eyes betrayed the hatred she felt for this being. "I told you not to go near him again" She hissed, "I'll not have him turn out like you, sick filthy disgusting creature you are" Seto stayed perfectly calm, family matters were so difficult.
"He is my brother" Seto knew this comment would mean nothing to a person who didn't understand what family meant but it was the only argument he had. What else was he supposed to say; I need to see him because I love him? Because he is my princess? None of that would work; it would only fuel her anger, this was the second huge argument they had had so far about him- Mokuba. It had all started when she had gone to see Seto about his lack of effort in school social activities; she had stumbled in on her oldest and her youngest son kissing. Since then she had had nothing but spite for Seto, convinced it was he. When he turned eighteen and left she forbade him to ever see Mokuba again.
"That means nothing, I will not have you ruin the integrity of this family," a cold smile passed over her face, "after all it really doesn't matter if he lives or not" the threat wasn't actually stated but Seto still picked it up loud and clear, he swore his heart missed a beat.
"Yes mother"
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He had not seen, nor heard form his little brother since then; he HADEN'T been banned form talking to Noa so he was sure his little brother still lived. Unfortunately Noa had like him moved away once he was eighteen now no one stood guard over Mokuba. The child probably didn't even know the danger he was in, all alone in that house. Around a week a go he had decided that he wasn't only trying to contact his brother to comfort him but also to rescue him. It was time to assume his role as daring prince and save the princess off in yonder tower. Now it was time to put his plan into action- he had spent weeks developing a program that would encode his letter enough so that it would slip past the systems his father had up without being detected. He only had one chance with this, with high hopes he presses the send button.
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All day had passed, still no answer form Mokuba, Seto was going to go bald if he didn't stop worrying soon, alas there was no rest for the dashing young prince anxiously awaiting his princesses answer. It came during the middle of an important meeting; Seto was half paying attention, half watching his inbox. The message popped up and Seto's heart soared, it said it was from Mokuba. If it had been a normal letter (A.K.A snail mail) he would have tore into it, instead he clicked the open button and read the letter over. Then again, and a third time just to be sure, he knew this wasn't anything really big, but it felt so important he couldn't help himself. Finally Mokuba was going to be free.
Seto,
SETO! Where have you been! I've been so worried about you! Well yes I am fine, kind of-you know what I mean. About what you said, simple answer: yes, long answer: HELL YA! Get me out of here ASAP! I miss you so much! Got to go, I'll meet you at the café of Third Street after school today.
Love you more then infinity, Mokie
Seto smiled lightly,
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"Mokuba?" Seto looked all around the house he could not find his little brother anywhere. The thirteen year old boy was quite puzzled, normally after school, without fail Mokuba would show up just to jump on him, or hug him- something. He had seen nothing of him beloved little brother, school had been out for over two hours. Instinct? He didn't know what it was, but it caused him to worry like a mother hen, still no sight of Mokuba. He had gone from looking through the house to looking around the grounds of the Kaiba house. It had just rained and Seto's feet and the bottoms of his pants were wet, it was very uncomfortable, the lush green grass was flat under his feet, and wet- very wet. "Mokie!" he called out hoping his little brother would hear him and coming running. No go, Mokuba remained wherever he has hiding. It had never occurred to Seto that Mokuba would be somewhere else, something told him to keep looking around here for his little lost one.
"S-Seto?" it was faint but Seto picked up on it instantly.
"Mokuba?!" he found the small boy sitting under some bushed, he was soaked, the water from the plants seeping into his school clothes that he still wore. It was clear the boy had been crying, big storm-grey eyes rimed with red regarded him sadly. Seto hated to see Mokuba sad and would do anything in his power to make the tears go away. "What's wrong Mokuba?" Seto fell to his knees, soaking them also.
"No one likes me" Mokuba hiccupped cutely and let a few more fat tears roll down his face. It was a truly cute yet heart breaking at the same time. Seto smiled softly at the sight, how easy children loose sight of what matters. Seto once vowed that he would never do that, always know that his little brother was the most important.
"No one?"
"No one" Mokuba nodded sadly, his hair fell into his face and clung to his damp skin, the raven black strands made his lightly tanned skin seem as pale as Seto's.
"Come here" Seto spoke softly; he had to show Mokuba that at least one person still liked him. His long pale fingers brushed along the tear- dampened cheek and push raven clumps of hair out of the way. Mokuba did as he was told and crawled up to Seto; Seto plopped down on the wet grass thoroughly soaking his rear end as well. He patted his lap in an indication that Mokuba should sit there. If Mokuba weren't so small for his age he would have been far to heavy, but as luck has it Mokuba was as small as an eight year old and still fit perfectly in his lap.
Mokuba looked into his brother's calm blue eyes, he sat in his lap facing him, the first thing that Mokuba noticed was that Seto was warm, sitting out here in the dead cold soaked through had given him quite a chill. Everywhere where his body touched Seto's was warm, it felt good, to finally feel heat again, he pressed as much of himself as he could to the heat, it warmed him up slightly.
"What?" he said finally getting impatient at Seto's silence.
"Nothing," Seto couldn't help it Mokuba was acting like this little kitten some one had let him hold once, burrowing and snuggling -the resemblance was uncanny. "So no one likes you?" Mokuba nodded into Seto's chest where he had his face burrowed. Seto wrapped his already long arms around the smaller form; resting his head against his little brother's head he whispered "don't I count?"
"Wha?" Mokuba looked up, confusion shining in his eyes directed at his older brother. "What did you say?"
"I said, 'don't I count?'" Seto smiled "after all, I like you very much" Seto brushed noses with his brother in an affectionate gesture. When he pulled away Mokuba's face was alit with a huge grin.
"You most defiantly count" Mokuba felt stupid, how could he have forgotten about his big brother? His special friend, his only real friend?
"Good, just remember that as long as I'm around there will always be one person that loves you."
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Mokuba shoved the few things he deemed irreplaceable, a picture of him playing chess with his older brother, a tee shirt that Noa had gotten him, A picture of him and Noa. Little things like that that he could fit easily in his backpack. It was almost time to leave for school; hopefully the last day of school he had to attend at this god-awful place. In with his cherished stuff he shoved his school supplies and prepared for another day of slow torture. Mokuba hated school; he was all alone- always alone. Five years younger then his brother, he had never had the luxury of going to the same school as his only true friend. People teased him, pretended to be his friend- whatever- he had been through it all. Every stereotypical thing you could imagine, but Mokuba hadn't physically been through worse, it's not like his parents beat him or anything. It was all emotional, entirely in his head still he had to be strong to over come it.
He left quickly not stopping for breakfast, as long as he could remember he had never eaten in the morning- just not hungry. When he got to school he might pick something up- maybe. He ran down the front steps pretending not to see his mother peering out the window after him, a hawk watching a little mouse scurry through the underbrush.
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It was bring your parent to school day for twelve-year-old Mokuba; he was chewing obsessively on the end of his sleeve. It's not that he worried over his parents; they were sponsors of the school, the teachers would smile and be all happy that they showed. It's not his parents he wanted here though, they were nothing to him, nothing special anyways- not like all the other kids saw their parents. He had realized this one-day when he over heard one of the other boys in the school bragging that his father had just solved some big case. It was on this day that Mokuba realized that when his father made millions or landed a big deal it didn't really make him proud or anything. He cared what his older brothers got on their tests; he cared what happened to Seto, and to Noa. There his parents were watching the class go on with their lesson, smiling, no one but him could see how fake it was -he could-, maybe cause he was the one to watch it vanish the minute no one was looking, or maybe on some deep level he did care for them?
"I'm sorry I'm late" A deep smooth voice cut it; it was one Mokuba could recognize in his sleep. The most comforting voice he had eve known- Seto.
"I am as well" Mokuba's smile could only get brighter, both the most important people in the world. Here, here for him.
"And who are you?" the teacher gave them an annoyed look, she was trying to act professional in front on the parents but people kept walking in and ruining it all.
"I am Noa Kaiba" the younger of the two said smilingly, his aqua eyes met Mokuba's with a small real smile. He had inherited his fake smile from their parents.
"I'm Seto Kaiba" His deep voice was not sugar coated-unlike Noa-ice cold were his eyes as he scanned the class room, when they locked with those large eyes of his younger brother it was like spring came and the ice just melted away. Mokuba smiled as brightly as he had ever before at school. Here he sat at parent day and his whole family was here watching over him. Noa's kind jade eyes, Seto's intense sea blue eyes. Both of them watching him and letting their presence be felt. Mokuba was the happiest kid in the world right now- he tried his hardest and gave his all just to show his brothers that he could be smart like them.
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Seto had been at the café a full hour before the kid was even let out of school. He couldn't make the uneasiness go away, it was clear what he was going to do was risky. It could be defined as kidnapping, whisking away his little brother into the night hadn't been his first plan but after careful consideration it became the most likely. He had a high position in America all lined up, and two tickets on tonight's flight. Everything was set, the shining white horse, and the gallant prince now all he needed was the beautiful princess, all innocent and begging- to be taken far away form the chains that bind her, or him. All Mokuba had to do was say yes and Seto could make all his dreams come true, just one word and they could be speeding off to America ready to start new lives just the two of them. Soon to be prince and princess riding off into the sunset, always together happily ever after.
"Seto?" He looked up into those huge storm grey eyes. Shaking his head to dislodge those traitorous thoughts, no thinking like that when said little brother was standing right there. Mokuba was panting slightly like he had run all the way from where he had been, face was flushed there were beads of sweat forming at where his bangs hid his forehead. His lips were slightly parted air coming in quickly and leaving just as quickly, small pink tongue darting out to moisten said lips. "You're here," Mokuba plopped into the seat across form Seto and plopped his knapsack on the floor near his feet. "On time as always"
"It's rude to be late" Seto said softly, he was slightly busy taking in the sight of his little brother he had not seen in person for over a year now.
"I'm not late" Mokuba said crossly, sticking his tongue out. Seto smirked, he was feeling better, less anxious that he was so close, his brother was right here safe and sound.
"I never said you were"
"Well, I'm here" Mokuba was about to continue talking when the waitress came by and dropped off a cola for him –his favourite kind he noted absently-. Blinking owlishly he looked at Seto who smiled and nodded.
"We don't have much time" Seto said looking out the window, his voice was grave a contrast to their earlier light-hearted conversation.
"What are you talking about?" Mokuba looked at Seto his soft lips still half wrapped around the straw.
"Do you want to come to America with me?" Seto said this with a straight face, desperate for Mokuba to take this seriously. Said teen choked of his cola and began coughing his face taking on a red hue with the lack of breath.
"Really?" hope shone in Mokuba's eyes when he regarded his brother, "please say you aren't joking" the letter HAD said that Seto wanted to get him out of there but to go off to America and live together?! That would be a dream come true.
"I'm not joking, please come with me" Seto gave his little brother pleading eyes, "I can't........." live without you. He wanted to say that, but never, that would be toeing the line, that fragile line he shared with his brother, brothers –not deeper.
"When do we leave?" the devilish smirk that graced his lips was almost to sexy to resist. Seto wanted to take the small boy in his arms and kiss him till .........well till the end of time. It was going to be difficult to live with the boy, but there was no choice he needed to save him, there was no way he was going to leave his baby brother at the mercy of their sadistic mother.
"Three hours"
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Most people celebrate their birthdays; it was the night before Seto's eighteenths birthday he was laying in bed. Night time coated him room casting everything into shadow. It was roughly 3 am, he had been eighteen for three hours, it filled him with dread, not an once of happiness. After this he would have to go away, some of him wanted to leave but some of him didn't want to leave, not the house itself but what was in it. A creaking noise Seto sat up quickly, sharp blue eyes probing the darkness, he could make out a small shape at the door.
"Mokuba?" He could see the fuzzy outline of his brother inching his way towards his bed in the dark. It didn't help that he didn't have his contacts in either; about four to five feet away he could see his brother clearly. Large white shirt, long hair pulled back in a loose ponytail he slept with. Mokuba crawled on the bed long bangs shadowing his sleepy eyes; his long bare legs were creamy in the soft light filtering through the drapes. He wore boxers under the large shirt but that was it.
"Seto?" Mokuba's voice was softened slightly slurred form just being woken up. "Are you sleeping Seto?"
"No, not yet"
"Good" Mokuba lifted the covers and crawled in bed with Seto, the sensation of the cold air sweeping on his warm skin caused it to goose bump. Mokuba snuggled close to Seto, his skin was cool compared to Seto's, his feet were like small chips of ice, Seto resisted the urge to flinch away instead freely offered his warmth to his smaller brother.
"Why are you here?" Seto asked, one long fingered hand came up and played with stray pieces of his brother's hair.
"I had a bad dream" Mokuba said softly, he snuggled closer too his brother still, clung to his thin body like a drowning man. "It was a scary dream," he continued on "I was all alone and it was dark, like night, but darker." That was one of Mokuba's little secrets that only Seto knew, the now fourteen-year-old teen was terrified of the dark. It was a bit irrational at Mokuba's age but he was there was no helping it. "I heard something, like footsteps getting closer and closer, the clicking of long toe nails on the ground- like claws. Something touched my shoulder, it was sharp- I called out, but I was all alone" a shudder traveled through his small soft body as he finished his tale.
"Don't be scared I'm here" Seto hugged his brother tightly. He felt like crying after today he wouldn't be there to protect Mokuba from the black monster of his dreams. "I'll always be with you"
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Hours later found the two run away Kaiba brothers on the plane, at the beginning of their new adventure. Mokuba was bright eyed and bouncing in his seat, he looked out the window, his smile reflected in the glass.
"We really re going through with this?!" Mokuba looked at his brother, this was dangerous. It could get messy should their parents try to get Mokuba back.
"Of course, I never go through things half way" Seto smiled at his little brother, soon their were going to be together forever now. The seats in this class were large and comfortable; Mokuba had all the room he needed to stretch out. Actually now that Seto realized they had this entire chamber to their selves, no one else was in this class. Seto smiled all alone high in the sky with his little brother it was like some sort of twisted fairy tale.
"I know, I trusted you all along"
"Hn" a comfortable silence fell over them.
Two hours passed, it was quite late and the movie was boring- this found both brothers asleep. Mokuba with his head in Seto's lap, Seto leaned back face peaceful hands both knotted in his little brother's hair. Storm grey eyes opened slowly, he removed himself cautiously form his brother's firm grasp. He winced; the hands were quite snared in his hair. He looked at his brother's serene face, Seto for once looked quite relaxed; it was a happy sight. Mokie always knew his brother was hot, he heard rumours about him, he saw first hand just how beautiful Seto was. At first he had been envious, then it had hit him, it didn't matter it's not like anyone else was going to get Seto's beauty. Mokuba knew form an early age that Seto was his, Seto would do anything for Mokuba- Mokuba too was willing to anything for his older brother. That is why it had hurt so much when his brother stopped writing to him.
"You're so noble, so handsome, so utterly breathtaking" Mokuba smiled, "I'm happy to call myself your princess" Mokuba ran his slim hands through Seto's soft hair. Only while his brother was asleep would he give him what he wants. Yeah, that's right Mokuba knew exactly what his brother wanted; you don't grow up with someone your whole life and be unable to not read them like a book. He did this for Seto, really he did, after all if he also gave into his passion then unthinkable things would happen and it would be blamed on Seto. Not even in the privacy of the nights Mokuba had run away to sleep in Seto's room had Mokie ever gave into his desire to be closer with his beautiful big brother.
"I'm happy to be your prince" Seto murmured, arms wrapping around Mokuba, said teen stiffened, they should not be doing this, after all they could be caught and all Seto worked for would be ruined. Mokie squirmed, or at least tried to, Seto would have none of it though.
"Seto, we shouldn't........." Mokuba leaned into Seto's warmth despite all his little protests. It wasn't fair, why couldn't they do this again?
"Do what? You little pervert, get your mind out of the gutter" Seto murmured in what could be no less then a bedroom drawl. Mokuba's pale cheeks were dusted with a pale pink tinge.
"S-Seto!" Mokuba gasped, Seto's hands ran up and down Mokuba's thin back; they couldn't be doing this! "Stop!" Mokuba wriggled out of Seto's arms and onto his own chair, still blushing hard. "Seto I want this as much as you do............. I mean you're......... hot! And well Seto I love you"
"I love you too Mokie" Seto could tell there was a war going on in his little brother, the teen's eyes were torn and he looked confused as all hell. Seto smiled softly, it was easy to tell where Mokie's concerns stemmed from but- "then why stop?"
"Seto! But what if anyone else comes in?!"
"This is between us, there doesn't need to be anyone else" Seto said evenly, he made a big show of pushing the button that put a sign up that let the airline crew that they would need no assistance.
".........Seto" Mokuba giggled, "You're right, why not?" Mokuba placed himself in Seto's lap again, and kissed his older brother's lips soundly. His tongue delved into the cavern only once tasted before. Pulling back for little thing called oxygen he rested his raven head on his brother's heaving chest. "I love you so much my prince"
"I love you too, my fair princess"
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